Discarded instruments that once belonged to friends and comrades, lay dusty and disused along the misshapen walls.
The music builds as he approaches the Great Hall doors and he reaches for the key. A sight reminiscent of days gone by, brings tears to the old King's eyes as here, in 'The hall of the Mountain King, he joins in the final stanza before he bids farewell to his trusty friend.
A notice placed on the Palace Gates read: Today - our much loved Mountain King, passed peacefully in his sleep.
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